The Qing Dynasty's Mingyue's Heart of a Good King

If you and I don't know how to gather and part, how can we see through helplessness?If you haven't lost it, how can you understand it in your whole life? ……… Title: Qingliang

"What are you talking about? So happy?" The three brothers came over after talking about the past.

"It's nothing, just chatting casually," Ling Ziqing replied lightly.

"Zi Qing, we are going back tomorrow, you..." Yan Lu looked at her hesitantly.

"Have you ever thought about returning to Xiaoshengxianzhuang?" Ling Ziqing asked them back, changing the subject.

"I have mentioned this matter to my uncle, but he wants to return to the hidden valley and stop caring about the world. As for those disciples, he will follow them to wander around," Fu Nian replied.

"fair enough"

"What about you, master? Will master return to the valley with us? Or..." Speaking of this, the elf's eyes glanced at Zhang Liang.

"I won't go back to the valley." Ling Ziqing didn't look at them, but looked at the blue sky, and the indifferent and tired voice came to everyone's ears: "I want to take Mochen and Tianming to this world to see Look, the bustling world should be beautiful."

"It's just..." Ling Ziqing withdrew her gaze and met Zhang Liang's dark and deep eyes: "Are you willing to let go? Let go..."

Zhang Liang was silent, his quiet appearance was frightening.

Ling Ziqing smiled meaninglessly, and said to everyone: "Tomorrow you are going back to the valley, so I'll just play the piano as a farewell." She patted Mo Chen on the head to signal him to get up.

Ling Zi leaned up and walked to the guqin on the screen and sat down cross-legged, touching the strings with a gentle and sad face:

Waiting for the clouds on Yueshan to dissipate, there is a touch of sadness in the palm of my hand.

Climbing through thousands of years of vicissitudes of life, how bearish is the blue color sown.

If you and I don't know how to gather and part, can we love calmly?

It's too late to wake up and realize that the person in the dream will not return, and the oath can't be asked, but the mood fades.

You used to have bright eyes and kind eyes, but you actually saw through helplessness.

Fighting but closing your eyes and putting your soul aside, your beauty does not change in your dreams.

Seven years of waiting, if you never lose it, how can you understand it in a lifetime?

Waiting for the clouds on Yueshan to dissipate, there is a touch of sadness in the palm of my hand.

Climbing through thousands of years of vicissitudes of life, how bearish is the blue color sown.

If you and I don't know how to gather and part, can we love calmly?

It's too late to wake up and realize that the person in the dream will not return, and the oath can't be asked, but the mood fades.

You used to have bright eyes and kind eyes, but you actually saw through helplessness.

Fighting but closing your eyes and putting your soul aside, your beauty does not change in your dreams.

After seven years of waiting, if you never lose, how can you spend your whole life loving?

You also had bright eyes and kind eyes, seeing through helplessness.

Fighting but closing your eyes and putting your soul aside, your beauty does not change in your dreams.

Waiting for another life, if you don't lose it, will you make it all over again?

"I know what you think, Anian, and since you let go, I don't ask for it either." After the song was over, the hand stroking the strings stopped, and Ling Ziqing spoke slowly.

She got up and walked lightly to Zhang Liang, her eyes were desolate and tired.She touched his heart with one hand: "I feel his unwillingness, pain, obsession, and possession at this moment...but he doesn't have the deep love of the past, lost it, you lost that love... ..." She looked at him with a bitter smile: "Are you still refusing to let go?"

The wind blows the snow-white veil and floats the white hair as white as snow.Zhang Liang lowered his head and looked deeply into those desolate eyes, his sour eyes shed a tear, dripping on Ling Ziqing's pale face, and smiled back weakly and desperately: "...Okay, I... you"

"Thank you..." Ling Zi raised a beautiful and charming smile, and tears fell down her face.

"Fool, I promised you, why are you crying..." Zhang Liang raised his trembling hands, gently and gently wiped the tears from her face, and said in a choked and hoarse voice.